Lost In a Dream

Sometimes we get lost in thought, other times we get lost in our dreams.

These four walls are my prison cell,
which wears away my sanity.
My mind is my salvation;
my calming fantasy.

Each day I sit within my room
lost inside my dreams;
hiding in the only place
that seems to set me free.

It’s a place where all can happen;
I can sail the stormy seas,
adventure all across the land,
and fight all enemies.

It’s a place where armies battle
in the old mediaeval ways;
where soldiers march with sword and spear
and magic in their frays.

It’s a place where knights are honored,
idolized in plays;
a place where I can go
to live out all my days.

Author's Note

I'm a fantasy nerd, in the process of writing my first fantasy novel.

Reviews

[Charles]

Well, I can certainly see what your dreams are. I don't think I'd have any of the ones you mention... that's what is great about dreams (and people) we can 'do it our way.' I liked this poem and the looking through the windows to see what your dreams would be (or are). One day I'll have to do a poem about my dreams - except I never can remember them upon awakening - darn!